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The Lights on the Tree
Uncategorized 12/14/22 Uncategorized 12/14/22

The Lights on the Tree

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Both Can Be True
Uncategorized 11/9/22 Uncategorized 11/9/22

Both Can Be True

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So God Made a Farm Mom
Uncategorized 10/24/22 Uncategorized 10/24/22

So God Made a Farm Mom

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All the Kindergarten Feelings
Uncategorized 9/14/22 Uncategorized 9/14/22

All the Kindergarten Feelings

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How to Save $5 on a Dozen Eggs
Uncategorized 8/23/22 Uncategorized 8/23/22

How to Save $5 on a Dozen Eggs

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The Harvest Meals You Didn't Ask For
Uncategorized 8/12/22 Uncategorized 8/12/22

The Harvest Meals You Didn't Ask For

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On Being a Farm Mom During Harvest
Uncategorized 8/8/22 Uncategorized 8/8/22

On Being a Farm Mom During Harvest

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Ten Ways to Stop Being a Writer
Uncategorized 6/30/22 Uncategorized 6/30/22

Ten Ways to Stop Being a Writer

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In Good Hands
Uncategorized 6/9/22 Uncategorized 6/9/22

In Good Hands

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Sometimes I'm an Idiot Sandwich
Uncategorized 4/8/22 Uncategorized 4/8/22

Sometimes I'm an Idiot Sandwich

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Woman Declares She’s Never Writing Again; Then Posts on Her Blog
Uncategorized 4/5/22 Uncategorized 4/5/22

Woman Declares She’s Never Writing Again; Then Posts on Her Blog

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My Old Farmhouse
Uncategorized 3/13/20 Uncategorized 3/13/20

My Old Farmhouse

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The One Where the Mom (Temporarily) Goes Back to Work Yesterday, I took the kids to school, except instead of dropping them off and leaving, I walked into the school with them. It’s been a hot minute (see: I wasn’t even 30 at the time. s
I think it’s fun when people share random stuff about themselves online. But I’ve never done it because I feel dumb and worried about what people think about me. In an effort to have more fun on the Internet in my 40s and not care (as muc
I used to wonder why God saw fit to have me marry a farmer. It went against every narrative of the life I pictured for myself. (See: having a plan. See: living in a city.) In the early years of marriage, I wondered if I gave up all of my dreams for
It’s been years since I got an “I Voted” sticker. Not because I don’t vote but because I always vote absentee. But today, I snagged a sticker at our local polling place. Yesterday, I saw a post from my friend, Ashlee, who po
the essays I still want to write have a cotton candy-colored sky, the sun cresting over the silver bins. In the essays I still want to write, the wheat is ripe, and the stubble scrapes my ankles as I step through the cut fields. In the essays I sti
Behind every Type A, stressed-out planner is a group of women lifting her up, reminding her it will all be okay. 🤪 Three weeks out from our conference, and I am feeling stressed—but so excited to soon be in a room with so many amazing rural w

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